Luyện nghe bài hát Stations Of The Cross

Tempest up from a squall
the Cape of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron
Roars over the to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like in the dyed hair of

The scrapper and in a rope ring this small
the wind is punchin', there's no one to hear it
No one hears the ring except the one who comes to fear it
And they continue to

He's buyin' his way heaven I suppose
He at the blows
But down in a location that we cannot
He turns the slowly
Through the of the Cross

Crowd done up in diamonds and finery
Bayin' and howlin', all blood-lusty
Fists pistons, faces like meat spoilin'
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

in the evenin', Molly and her gunman
Go down the stairs to the like a dungeon
Meanwhile in the backroom, a girl like a sponge
Sayin', "Bring him along as a truncheon"

The gunman Molly to kingdom come
Then blows all to the hereafter
Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our
Who tightened the tourniquet, her blue?

They're hurlin' into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are
But down in a that we cannot disclose
They the dial slowly
Through the Stations of the

The gale of hale laughter up the ivory
Black keys of her fine whine into the minor
Die away diminishin' behind her
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys,

The water came up to the
You'd think had opened a valve
too soon to stay now and too late to leave
So spare remorse all the way up to Calvary

They're hurlin' themselves into heaven I
Before the are closed
But down in a location that we cannot
They turn the slowly
Through the of the Cross
the Stations of the Cross

Through the Stations of the